"Why is your little sister crying, dear?" asked the Play Angel. "I
thought you were taking care of her."
"So I am, taking beautiful care of her," said the child. "But the more
beautiful care I take, the more she cries. She does not like care to be
taken of her."
"Let me see!" said the Play Angel; and she sat down on the nursery
floor. "Now show me what you have done."
"Look!" said the child. "First I showed her all my dolls, and then all
my new dresses; and now I have given her my new stone blocks to play
with, but she will not play, only puts them in her mouth and cries."
"Perhaps she is hungry!" said the Play Angel. She took a piece of bread
from the folds of her robe and gave it to the baby; and the baby
stopped crying, and ate the bread, and laughed and crowed.
"See!" said the Angel. "Now she is happy. Remember, dear, that when
babies are hungry, stone blocks do them no good."
"You are a very clever angel to know that!" said the child.
"You are a rather foolish child," said the Angel, "or you would have
found it out for yourself."